TRASH

"Aw hell Tina, I don't need no regular job! There's plenty o' jobs I can do for people around the trailer park an' hell there's always metal shit lying around that I could collect an' take to scrapyard!"
"Way to reach for those stars Mel. NO! You can't make a living doing that shit!"
"The hell I can't! Sides' it's still bringing in money."
"Yeah, enough to buy more beer! (Sigh) Why do I even fuckin' bother? Oh fuck it; at least you're doing something, but you better at least bring in enough money for this months rent!"
"Yeah, yeah." You say and leave.

As you scratch your ass and look out at the trailer park wasteland that you live in you ponder your next move. You wonder whether you should help any of these motherfuckers here at all. None of them have ever helped you, let alone even like you. Not to mention you'll have to put up with their bullshit. At least collecting scrap metal doesn't require you to deal with anyone else, but the question whether or not you'll even collect enough shit to make more than a few bucks, plus there's gas money you're actually spending in order to drive your truck around looking for scrap.

And you can't do both, its far too late in the day now for that, even if you were so inclined to do so.